Page 76 of Live, Ranch, Love

Keeping my touch light against Aurora’s skin, I trail my fingers over her hips, up the sweet curve of her waist, until they’re tucked beneath her top. I lift it over her head, letting the floor swallow up her clothes as I cup my hands around her breasts. She presses her ass up against me, starting to grind with a sweet moan.

The heavenly sound forces me to spin Aurora around with sheer desperation. I want her delicious whimpers drowning out any other noise. Crashing my lips against hers, I haul her up into my arms, her legs instantly circling my hips when I force us back against the door. She angles her head so that I can take the kiss deeper, letting my tongue sweep in, lapping up the sugary taste of her luscious mouth. Her teeth skim my bottom lip in between kisses before sinking into the flesh, tugging until I’m groaning with shuddering pleasure.

“Condom?” I ask in a breathless whisper.

“My bag,” she barely manages back.

Hands sunk into her soft ass cheeks, I squat down to grab her bag then move us over to the counter where the sink sits. Legs still draped around me, barely letting me push my jeans and underwear down, Aurora grabs the condom. While I pull off my top, she wraps her fingers around my length, giving it a few unbearably slow pumps before working the condom over me. I’m going to have to really hold it together if just her tight grasp is already driving me crazy.

With another urgent kiss, full of brutal hunger, I ease Aurora back, giving me the space to run my cock between her wetness, letting her need coat me. I press the head against her clit, making her body jolt and eliciting a gasp when I circle it around. I want to tease her more, coax her into begging for me, but she looks so goddamn divine right now, freckled face drawn in with irresistible need, hazel eyes ready to roll. All I want is to make her body soar.

So, I snake my hand around her waist and slide my cock through her centre, groaning at how soaked she is, gently easing myself inside of her.

“Oh my God.” She sucks in a breath, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the sound of her gasping for me. The feel of her slick heat as she stretches for me. The sight of us joined like this.

“God, you fit around me so well, Princess,” I breathe out, reaching to rub my thumb over her clit. The pace of my thrusts increases, invoking louder whimpers from Aurora each time.

She’s taking it so well, hands braced on the sink behind, breasts on full, delectable display. But I want to feel more of her.

“Hands around my neck,” I demand, and Aurora quickly obeys. I wind my arms under her legs, allowing me to take her at an angle that feels so goddamn deep, I might just fall into oblivion. Especially when Aurora moans out my name against my neck, her hot breath making my skin tingle. Every one of my senses is lost in her—her reviving scent, her quickening breath, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I thrust harder and deeper.

“Play with yourself for me,” I command, my voice hoarse from my shuddering breath and feral groans of pleasure. “I want you trembling around my cock.”

She nods frantically as she licks her fingers then starts circling them around her clit, immediately moaning louder. The hot slap of skin against skin echoes through the bathroom with each punishing thrust I unleash on her, frantically desperate to soak up as much ecstasy from her tightness whilst pleasuring her to a point of no return.

Fuck, I can already feel my release racing towards me. I’m so addicted to being inside of her, I’m not sure I can stop. Not when her eyes are fluttering and her legs are shaking around me.

She’s the kind of high I’d chase for eternity.

“God, Aurora, you’re so fucking incredible,” I say, pounding into her harder.

Her eyes shoot open, locking with mine as her face quivers, strawberry lips parting to let out a heavenly whimper. It’s all I need to let go, and my orgasm hits me, making me drive into her brutally one last time, pressing my forehead against hers as I groan.

We’re both trying to catch our breath, lips inches apart when I lean in to kiss her, slipping myself out. I trail my lips across her jaw, her neck, sucking on each tender spot, before I’m dragging my tongue down her chest. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. Then it’s running over her butterfly tattoo, down to where grateful is scrawled on her hip, until I’m at her clit. Gently teasing and sucking, I thrust two fingers inside of her, curling them so I can stroke exactly where she needs it, the responding twitch of her body telling me I’m there.

Aurora’s fingers sift through my hair, grasping and pushing my head down until she’s basically grinding against my face. Knowing how badly she wants to come, how free she feels to demand it from me like this, is so fucking hot.

“Fuck, Wyatt, don’t stop,” she lets out in a broken whisper. Her mouth stays open, silent moans escaping, eyes scrunching closed harder by the second. I can feel her sweet body tensing around me, even her fingers are tightening in my hair.

Her legs start to shake around my shoulders, and then she’s calling out, back arching up. She’s trembling as I continue to devour her through the orgasm, wanting her to know that I’ll give her every ounce of pleasure she could ever ask for. And that I’d give up everything for the opportunity.

thirty-two

Wyatt

“Hey, Princess,” I call over to Aurora as I make my way to the stairs of the back deck. “Everything’s set in place and ready.”

She’s curled up on the swing, engrossed in her phone, copper waves casting shadows over half of her crumpled face, until she hears me and perks up, glowing features softening. An excited, beaming smile follows, the kind where she has to bite down on those strawberry lips, the grin almost overwhelming.

Because she’s happy to see me.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been living a dream for the last few weeks.

“Hey, Hensley,” she purrs.

Lightness sweeps through my body as I near her, easing the usual tension I build up over a week’s work. It’s like she’s my reward for working hard, a reminder that everything I’m doing is worth it. That trying to be this more hopeful version of me is the right choice.

There’s no doubt that Aurora looks good in everything she wears, especially when it’s one of my T-shirts to bed. But there’s something about her when she’s in her gym wear like today that has me stopping in silent wonder. Maybe it’s because she wears it so casually, like it’s just her boring, everyday clothes, oblivious to the way they highlight every beautifully sculpted curve of her body. Oblivious to the way the bright colours of all her gym sets make her stand out, like a beacon of hope in my dull world.

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